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Dean was thankful that Castiel was back. After his months-long journey as a human, he was back to his full angel glory, full pair of wings and all, and Dean no longer felt guilty about kicking him out - well, he mostly didn’t feel guilty. Gadreel and Metatron were taken care of, and Hannah is running things in Heaven, according to Castiel. Dean apologized a million times over for kicking Castiel out and Castiel told him there was nothing to apologize for. Castiel told him he understands that Sam will always come first for Dean, and Dean isn’t sure why that statement hurts so much, as if Castiel thinks he’s something that Dean would discard without warning–which, to be fair, is kind of what he did, so he guesses he can see it from the angel’s perspective.

It still doesn’t make him feel any less shitty, but as long as Castiel is here to stay, maybe Dean can make up for it. They’re sitting in the kitchen, not talking like they usually do–just sharing space together–when Sam bursts in with laptop in hand.

“Hey, guys, I think I might have found a case. Some bodies were found recently that they’re reporting were animal attacks, although I don’t think they really think that’s what it is. They probably just don’t want anyone thinking it’s a serial killer. They have gashes on their bodies that look too convenient to just be a regular animal. I think we should check it out.”

“Sure thing, Sammy. Where are we headed?”

“Lexington, Nebraska. It’s just a few hours from here.”

“What do you say, Cas? Are you up for a hunt? Spread your wings a little?”

“I’m not sure what my wings have to do with it, Dean. I usually just go with you in the Impala.”

Sam just lets out a laugh as Castiel furrows his brow.

“That’s not–” Dean begins, but realizes it’s no use. “You know what? Don’t worry about it. We’ll take the Impala. Let me just pack a bag.”

Dean goes to his room while Sam does the same, and Castiel just waits for them since he doesn’t need to pack any clothes since his are self-cleaning somehow. It’s only a few hours away and Dean never really knows how long they will be gone, so he packs for a week. He packs a suit as well as his animal control gear since they don’t know yet how they will investigate the attacks. 

Once they’re loaded up, Dean sets off for Lexington, bopping his head to the music and drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. He doesn’t much care that his brother and angel are staring at him. He’s just happy that the three of them are back on a case together. 

When they arrive in town, Dean books a room with two doubles since Castiel won’t need to sleep, but he gets a pullout bed just in case. Castiel might want somewhere to lay even if he doesn’t sleep. Sam unpacks his duffel while Dean just throws his in the corner, grabbing what he needs when he needs it.

“So, how are we going to do this? Do you want to talk to the families, while Cas and I go check with the coroner?” Dean asks Sam.

“That’s fine. Just drop me off at the nearest rental place, so I don’t have to awkwardly wait over an hour for you to pick me up again.”

“That happened one time,” Dean grumbles, but Sam has a point. It does make things easier if they have separate cars. This way he and Castiel can maybe stop at the local diner to see what their pie selection looks like without having to hurry because he’s worried about having to pick up Sam.

Dean drops Sam off at the nearest car rental place before he and Castiel check in with the coroner. They both flash their badges, Castiel holding his the right way at least. Dean honestly never knows when he’s going to pay attention, so each time he just keeps his fingers crossed that it ends up facing the right way.

“I’m Agent Kelce and this is my partner Agent Swift,” Castiel says. “We’re here to investigate the recent deaths.”

Dean gives a half smile, hoping the coroner doesn’t follow football or the pop genre of music. He will have to explain to Castiel for the millionth time that not all pop culture references are okay to use as aliases. The coroner takes a quick glance at their badges and motions for them to follow him. 

Dean grabs Castiel by the arm and whispers to the angel as they walk.

“Why am I Agent Swift?” 

“I thought you would like using the name of your favorite singer,” Castiel tells him.

“I listened to one of her songs one time. That doesn’t make her my favorite singer.”

Before they can continue this conversation, the coroner finally leads them to the most recent body brought in. 

“I’ll be in the office if you have any questions,” he says before he leaves them alone.

Dean and Castiel stand on opposite sides of the metal slab where the dead body is. The report says she was a 22-year-old nursing student who still lived at home. Her parents’ house is where Sam is now, but no text yet to let them know how things are going.

Castiel peels back the sheet and reveals a gash on her stomach from her neck to her navel, as if something clawed her. Dean thinks this type of wound looks familiar, but he can’t remember where he’s seen it before. Castiel places his hand over her head, palm facing down as he hovers it over her body, starting with her forehead and moving down towards her feet. Dean doesn’t know why it impresses him so much that Castiel can find out everything he needs to know about something by turning himself into a life sized CAT Scan–a Cascan, if you will. Dean chuckles to himself at his corny joke and looks up to see Castiel squinting at him in his usual confused way.

Dean clears his throat. “Did you find anything?”

“Besides the huge claw mark which doesn't seem to be made by an animal, she’s also missing her pituitary gland.”

“That’s why this looked familiar,” Dean comments, pointing to the gash on her stomach. “We’re dealing with a kitsune. It’s a good thing you’re here. They’re fast when they mutate into their true form. Unfortunately, they also pass as human, so we’ll have to do some investigating to find it.”

They thank the coroner before heading back out to the Impala.

“What do you say we stop somewhere for pie while we wait for Sammy?”

“If you like, Dean.”

Dean finds a mom and pop diner that advertises the best pie in town, so they stop to grab a piece before meeting up with Sam. 

Just as Dean is taking his first bite of pie, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s Sam.

“Sammy, what do you have?”

“It’s a kitsune.” 

Damn nerd, stealing Dean’s thunder. He had an entire speech planned out to tell Sam what they were hunting. He wanted his baby bro to be proud of him for figuring it out on his own.

“How the hell did you figure that out?”

“She told me right before she escaped. Her name is Tracy and she has been killing people who were involved in bullying her in high school. I’ll text you the address of the warehouse I chased her to. She might still be here.”

“Okay, Sammy, we’ll be right there,” Dean says with a mouth full of pie, ignoring the judginess coming from his angel and the rolling of his brother’s eyes (even though he can’t see Sam, he’s fairly certain he’s probably rolling his eyes).

Dean receives the address as soon as Sam hangs up, so he and Castiel make the 10-minute drive to the warehouse, Dean grabbing a knife from the trunk and Castiel allowing his angel blade to fall into his grasp from wherever it secretly lives inside the sleeve of his trenchcoat. 

Thankfully, a kitsune can be killed with a good old-fashioned knife to the heart and not even one that needs to be blessed by a naked nun under the light of a full moon the first month of the year, or whatever nonsense that is required to kill some of these monsters.

Dean is vigilant as they make their way into the warehouse and Castiel seems to be on high alert as well. At least he has super sonic hearing on his side. They find Sam inside the warehouse, but still no sign of the monster they are here to kill.

“Dean, Cas, thank goodness you’re here. I think she’s still around if you guys want to take the south end and I’ll take the north.”

They don’t have a chance to make it to their destinations before Castiel yelps. Dean looks over to see the angel bleeding from a gash in his arm and the kitsune standing across from the three of them. Dean has to give it to her. She has strength on her side, but she doesn’t have an angel. Castiel heals himself and gets his angel blade at the ready.

“You’re not going to win this, Edward Scissorhands,” Dean tells her. Just as he readies himself to stab her in the heart, she rushes towards him and knocks him to the ground, slashing her fingernails over his stomach, taking a bunch of his skin with her. 

He hears Sam yell his name in the background and then Castiel is telling Sam to keep fighting as he kneels next to Dean. Dean decides to look at his stomach even though he knows he probably shouldn’t and he nearly faints when he can see his insides trying to make their way to the outside, which must explain why he feels like he’s dying.

Castiel holds his hand against Dean’s stomach and he feels a strange sensation meld its way through his body. He can feel his stomach being stitched back together, but it’s not painful, it’s almost pleasurable. He focuses on Castiel’s face, his eyes bright blue as he channels his grace to heal Dean. 

“Dean, are you okay?” Castiel asks as he holds his hand out for Dean to grab so he can stand up. 

“Yeah, I’m good, Cas, thanks,” Dean tells him as he leans against a stack of pallets that are next to him. 

“You stay here and Sam and I will go kill it,” Castiel tells him.

Normally Dean would protest such a thing, but his mind is a little fuzzy right now. He’s been healed by Castiel before, but it’s never had this effect on him. It might be because it was a deeper wound than usual. 

Dean watches as Castiel runs back through the warehouse and he feels something sticky on his hand. He thinks it might be blood, but when he holds his hand up, he sees a bright blue substance dripping from his palm. He doesn’t know what possesses him to do so, but he licks the palm of his hand, and it takes him to a state of euphoria. It tastes like sticky sweet cotton candy. 

He sinks to his knees as his heart begins to increase and his cock grows hard, straining against his jeans. It would be so easy for him to reach inside his jeans and stroke himself a few times, but it would be embarrassing if Sam and Castiel caught him jerking off while they were on a hunt.

He palms his crotch to try to give himself some relief and takes a few deep breaths as his heart begins to beat properly again. He can hear Sam and Castiel making their way back to him, so he slowly stands up, hoping they won’t see the state of arousal he’s currently in. They are talking to him and he just nods, although he doesn’t really know what they are saying. He’s too focused on Castiel’s grace mixing with his bloodstream, trying not to think about the angel naked on top of him. 

“Dean, are you alright? Your eyes are really dark,” Castiel says as he places his hand on Dean’s arm. He apparently isn’t hiding his arousal very well, but at least Castiel doesn’t seem to realize what exactly is going on.

“I’m fine. Was just worried about you guys. Let’s go,” he says as he sprint-walks towards the Impala. Sam and Castiel fill him in on finding and killing the kitsune and burying her body, but Dean isn’t really paying attention. He’s too focused on getting back to the hotel and taking care of his current situation in the shower.

He’s barely shut the door on the Impala before he’s inside the motel and jumping into the shower before Sam can claim it. He locks the door so that nobody accidentally walks in on him. He strips his clothes and is relieved when he’s able to release his cock. He’s harder than college algebra by the time he steps into the shower. He lets the water stream over him and then he reaches for the mini shampoo, placing some in his hand as he finally wraps his hand around his aching cock.

He lets out a stifled moan, so that his brother and angel won’t hear him. He knows that most of the walls in the motels they stay in are paper thin and that’s all he needs, for one or both of them to hear him jerking off in the shower like a teenager who can’t control his libido. He starts to get some relief as his hand moves along his shaft in slow precise strokes. He whispers Castiel’s name as he goes.

He doesn’t know why he hadn’t noticed before how damn hot Castiel is. He’s always covered up with clothing, but when he was wearing less layers while he was human, he finally had a chance to show off his assets…his ass being one of his good assets, and those hands . There’s something about his hands that has Dean moving faster along his cock. Castiel’s fingers are unusually long compared to anyone else he’s ever seen and Dean pictures them gliding along his cock.

The Castiel in his head is now stroking Dean’s cock, moving his hand effortlessly along his member, collecting the precum leaking from the tip and using it as extra lube. He twists his wrist on the upstroke and Dean moans from the sensation. 

Yes, Cas, just like that, he whispers to the fake Castiel in his head, and the invisible angel whispers back, Cum for me Dean.

Dean and pretend-Castiel’s hand picks up speed and Dean can feel himself on the brink of orgasm. A few more strokes is what it takes to send him over the edge and he cums with a shout, one that he probably should have muffled a little more than he did. He hopes that his brother and angel didn’t hear him as he continues washing off, feeling better now that he got that out of his system.

When he dries himself off and gets dressed, he walks out into the room to discover by the looks on Sam and Castiel’s faces that he definitely had not been as quiet as he had hoped. No point in making it any more awkward than it already is, so he climbs into bed and faces away from judgy eyes and goes to sleep.

Dean wakes up to the smell of coffee, like the kind that comes from a diner and not the crappy motel coffee that most of these places try to pawn off on them. He rolls over in bed to see Sam already awake, sitting with Castiel, both sipping on a cup of coffee.

“I got some coffee, Dean, if you are interested,” Castiel proclaims, as if Dean would ever turn down coffee.

He joins them at the small table that really isn’t designed for three normal-sized people, let alone Dean, Castiel, and his ginormous brother. They drink their coffee, still avoiding Dean’s shower masturbation incident last night, until Dean breaks the silence.

“So, anything else worth checking out, or are we heading home?”

“I didn’t see anything that looks like it might be our thing, so I guess we can just head home, take a little break before checking stuff out again.”

They finish their coffee and then pack up. They are back on the road again and make it home a couple hours later. Dean still doesn’t know what to think about the whole ‘grace as an aphrodisiac’ thing or the fact that he’s been checking out his best friend more than he ever did before. Thankfully, Sam either doesn’t notice or doesn’t say anything, and that’s fine with Dean. The less he questions Dean's weird behavior the better.

Dean spends more time than usual looking for hunts. He knows that he shouldn’t wish monsters into existence or people into danger, but that’s the best way to get hurt and have Castiel heal him again. 

He gets lucky a couple days after they return when he comes across an article online about missing hearts in a small town in Ohio. Could be a werewolf or could be something freakier. Whatever it is, Dean thinks he and Castiel should check it out. With any luck, he’ll get almost eviscerated again, Castiel can heal him, and Dean can have another mind-blowing orgasm in the shower. It’s a win-win for everyone involved. They get to kill a monster, Castiel gets to feel useful by healing Dean, they can save people, and Dean gets a hell of a jerk off session using his friend’s likeness as his spank bank material. Dean has a passing thought that he should maybe feel bad about using his friend in this way, but it’s much quieter in his mind than the loud voice telling him to get more of Cas’ grace into him as soon as possible.

Just as Dean is about to announce that he found something, Sam walks in with his phone in his hand. 

“Hey, I just got a call from Jody. She ran into a bit of trouble and might need my help with something. Are you guys going to be okay for a few days?”

“I think we’ll manage, Sam. I am an adult, after all. You have fun with Jody and tell her I said hello.”

Sam nods and leaves the room and Dean fills Castiel in on what he found.

“Are you up for a road trip, buddy? There might be a werewolf or two that needs to be taken care of in Ohio.”

“Of course, Dean. You know I enjoy the time we spend together,” Castiel tells Dean right before Dean chokes on his coffee, because what the hell does that even mean? 

Castiel sits in the passenger seat of the Impala like a statue the entire ride to Ohio. Dean has fueled up on coffee for the 15-hour drive and as soon as they make it to the hotel, Dean passes out so he can get his usual 4 hours, only to wake up 8 hours later. He must have been tired.

“Okay, Cas, let’s ask around to see what information we can come up with. And you’re not picking our aliases this time. You’ll have us introducing ourselves as Agent Beyonce and Agent Z if I let you have your way.”

Castiel doesn’t say anything, which is all the confirmation Dean needs that those were in fact the names he was planning on using.

Dean hates to admit that hunting with Castiel is more fun and a little easier than with Sam, but it’s true. For one, Castiel can open doors without having to worry about picking the lock. The only problem is that it also alerts anyone inside that they are coming, which is exactly what happens when they eventually track down the werewolf pack to an abandoned warehouse at the edge of town.

There are three of them waiting inside for the hunter and angel and Castiel is quick to get to the two in the farthest corner. Dean has to calculate his fight just right. He needs to get injured without being bitten. That would be just his luck though. Becoming a werewolf when all he wants is to get a hit of grace like he’s some sort of grace junkie.

He’s fighting with the werewolf when he can hear Castiel coming over. He pretends to be distracted and the werewolf ends up scratching his arm just as Dean stabs it with his silver knife. Dean takes a peek at his arm and it’s bleeding more than he would like when he feels Castiel’s hand on his arm, healing him. 

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean says as Castiel helps him to stand. Castiel keeps his hand on Dean’s arm with a look of concern in his eyes and it makes him feel a little guilty that he purposely got himself hurt since it made his friend so worried, but it will be worth it in a little bit.

“Are you okay, Dean? You usually don’t have trouble with one werewolf.”

“I’m good, Cas. I’m probably just tired.”

Castiel accepts his answer for what it is and he walks towards the car. Dean looks at his arm, and just as expected he sees a smidge of blue liquid, so he scoops it up with his finger and licks it off with his tongue. The result is almost instantaneous, like last time, so he has to brace himself against the wall, hoping Castiel won’t notice, but the angel with his super-powered hearing turns around anyway.

“Dean?” 

Castiel rushes over as Dean leans against the wall, trying his best to cover his erection, which has already begun to grow. He’s so horny right now that he almost asks for Castiel to rip his clothes off and fuck him right then and there. 

“Just got lightheaded. I guess I didn’t eat enough the past couple days. I’ll be alright after I get a shower.”

“Okay, but let me help you,” Castiel says as he helps Dean walk to the car. They are almost back at the hotel when Dean remembers that they forgot to clean up the bodies. He was so horny, it slipped his mind.

“Fuck, Cas. We forgot about the bodies.”

“It’s okay, Dean. Once you’re in the shower, I can fly back and take care of them. I just want to make sure you are safe and relaxed first.”

Dean nods, and once he’s in the motel room he says a quick goodbye to Castiel and runs into the bathroom. He strips his clothes off, and once he hears the distinct sound of wings flapping, signaling that Castiel left, he gets into the shower and wraps his hand around his cock. He’s so caught up in finding his release that he doesn’t pay attention to the moment Castiel returns, nor is he aware if he yells his name or not when he eventually cums.

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Castiel flies back to the warehouse once he’s sure Dean is comfortably in the shower. He can sense that something is different about his friend, but he can’t quite put his finger on what it is. He quickly disposes of the bodies and then flies back to the hotel. He can still hear the water running, which means Dean is still in the shower. He sits on the edge of one of the beds and turns the TV on while he waits. He thinks he hears moaning coming from the bathroom and tries to block it out. Castiel remembers what it was like when he was human to have certain desires that needed to be taken care of. He still has those moments, but he just uses his grace to tamp them down.

A few minutes after the shower stops, the door opens, and Dean emerges with sweatpants on and no shirt, wiping his hair with a towel. Castiel tries not to stare too long. He can’t deny how attracted he’s become to Dean over the years, but the hunter is only interested in women, so he can’t allow himself to give in to his desires. He will never be allowed to have Dean, so he has to admire from a distance, and carefully, so that Dean doesn’t notice. The last thing he would want to do is make his friend uncomfortable.

“Hey, Cas. When did you get back?” Dean asks as he searches in his duffel bag, probably for a shirt to hide the skin Castiel should not enjoy looking at so much.

“A few minutes ago. I took care of the bodies, so they will not be found.”

“That’s great. I’m going to get some sleep so we can head back to the bunker in the morning. If you want to keep watching TV, you can. Just turn it down a little, please.”

Castiel lowers the volume and Dean lies down on his bed, snoring before the next commercial comes on, and Castiel just watches the hunter sleep. He knows Dean doesn’t like it when Castiel watches over him, but the angel can’t help it. He will always watch over Dean.

When morning comes, Dean wakes up, and they stop at a diner to eat before making the long drive back to the bunker. Castiel offers to drive so that Dean can rest some more, but Dean just assures him that he’s okay. They reach the bunker late in the evening and Dean goes right to his room, leaving Castiel alone as usual while the hunter sleeps.

“Got a text from Sammy. That thing he’s helping Jody with is taking longer than expected. He’ll probably be gone another few weeks,” Dean says the next morning when he finally emerges from his room. “Guess it’s just you and me.”

“That’s okay, Dean. We can hunt together if something comes up.”

Dean is still acting strange even a couple days later. He seems on edge, like he’s going through caffeine withdrawal- Castiel found out about that the hard way when he was human and couldn’t afford coffee anymore. He’s also become clumsier, which is unlike him because Castiel has never known Dean to be clumsy. He’s normally always very stealthy on his feet. You have to be in this line of work.

First he stubbed his toe and wanted Castiel to take the pain away, then he cut himself with a knife while he was chopping vegetables for some sort of stew so Castiel had to heal him before he bled too much, and then he missed a couple steps and broke his ankle, which Castiel of course fixed right away.

He hates that he has to spy on his friend, but he decides that it’s for his own good. For all Castiel knows, he’s been cursed by a witch or something. While Dean is taking a shower one day, Castiel decides to snoop around in his room to see if anything is off or if there is a hex bag in his duffle bag that might have gotten in there one time after a hunt.

He searches around in Dean’s room, looking through everything, but he doesn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Maybe he should just confront Dean to see if there is something he might want to talk about. He leaves Dean’s room and doesn’t hear the shower anymore, which means the hunter must be finished. He hears noise in the kitchen, so he makes his way there. Dean is leaving the kitchen just as Castiel is walking in and they end up colliding, the water in Dean’s glass spilling out as he tries to keep himself from falling.

“Jeez, Cas, you damn near gave me a heart attack,” Dean says.

“My apologies. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You have been acting very strange lately.” 

“I’m good, Cas. Thanks for the concern though.”

Dean gives Castiel his usual pat on the shoulder and attempts to walk away but ends up slipping on the water that had spilled out of his glass, landing flat on his back.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean yells as he just lies there. Castiel offers Dean his hand, but Dean protests. “Fuck, my back hurts, I don’t think I can get up.” 

Dean must have twisted his back when he fell. Castiel places his hand against Dean’s face to heal him and is thankful when the hunter gives him a smile and finally allows assistance in standing up.

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean says with a pat to his back as he scurries off towards the hallway where his room is, not bothering with getting a fresh glass of water. It seems too early in the day for Dean to retire to his room, since he just woke up a few hours ago. Castiel settles into a chair in the library to wait for Dean to return. He gets lonely at night while everyone is asleep, so he’s thankful that he and Dean can spend time together talking while Dean is awake.

Castiel isn’t sitting there long when he hears Dean pray to him. The only thing the hunter says is his name, but it’s alarming enough for Castiel to run to Dean’s room as soon as possible. Just in case the hunter is in trouble, Castiel doesn’t bother knocking, and he pushes the door open, startling Dean, who is lying naked on his bed with his penis in his hand. 

“My apologies, I thought you were in trouble,” Castiel says with a blush to his cheek as he turns to face the door. 

“Why would you think I was in trouble?” Dean says angrily as Castiel hears rustling, signaling Dean putting his clothing back on.

“You, uhm, you said my name in a breathless sort of manner, so I thought you might be in pain and calling out to me, but I can see now that I was wrong.” Castiel goes to exit, but then something dawns on him as he remembers what Dean was doing when he walked in. He turns back around to look at Dean, who looks like a deer caught in the headlights as he sits on his bed, thankfully with his clothes back on. “Dean, if I’m not mistaken, you were just masturbating. Why would you be saying my name while masturbating?”

“Uhm, I don’t–I didn’t say your name,” Dean says, not very convincingly.

Castiel walks closer to him and Dean seems like he might implode if Castiel gets any closer. There is a presence radiating from Dean that Castiel thinks he recognizes. He places his hand against Dean’s cheek.

“Cas?” Dean whispers, a slight crack to his voice.

“Dean, I can feel my grace pulsing through your veins. How is that possible?”

Dean gently removes Castiel’s hand from his cheek and stares at the floor, a look of shame on his face.

“I’m sorry, Cas. When you heal me, there are little droplets of grace left behind on my skin, and I’ve been ingesting it. It happened by accident the first time, but it was like an aphrodisiac and I wanted to experience it again, so I’ve been purposely doing things to hurt myself so you’ll heal me. I’ll understand if you want to leave.”

Castiel can’t believe what he is hearing, although Dean’s sudden clumsiness makes sense. “I’m not mad, Dean. I just wish you would have told me. I thought you were possessed or hexed. This is a much better explanation, although I wish you would have just told me.” He pulls Dean into a standing position, so they are relatively face to face, the hunter still having a few inches on him.

“It still doesn’t explain why you were saying my name while you were pleasuring yourself.”

Castiel doesn’t mean to put Dean in an awkward position, but he needs to know if Dean feels the same as he does. Castiel just assumed he would never be able to have Dean the same way the angel wants the hunter, but now there seems to be a little sliver of hope.

“I can’t tell you, Cas. You don’t feel the same way I do and that’s okay. I’ve learned to live with things the way they are.”

Castiel isn’t sure if he’s hearing Dean correctly, so he steps closer, until their noses are almost touching, and he brushes his thumb across Dean’s bottom lip. The whimper the hunter lets out is the most beautiful sound Castiel has ever heard.

“You can tell me anything, Dean.”

Dean is the first to close the distance as their lips press together. Castiel opens his mouth to invite Dean’s tongue inside. Castiel’s arms wrap around Dean, his palms pressed against his back, and Dean’s fingers thread through the hairs at the back of Castiel’s neck. 

Castiel backs up to get consent from Dean. He doesn’t want this to be something he’s doing just because he thinks it’s what Castiel wants. 

“Are you sure, Dean? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”

“Cas, I have wanted this for a while. Now, less talking and more undressing.”

Even though Castiel is fully capable of undressing himself, Dean must think he needs help. The hunter’s hands loosen his tie and pull it over his head and then his trenchcoat as well as his dress coat and shirt follow suit and land on the floor next to his tie. Castiel returns the favor, removing the many layers of clothing from his hunter, and then they are standing there naked, hands running along each other’s flesh, Dean’s lips ghosting over Castiel’s collarbone.

“I want you so bad, angel,” Dean whispers as he kisses the sensitive area of Castiel’s neck. Castiel notices the pocket knife lying on the table next to Dean’s bed, so he picks it up and places it against his own skin, cutting himself above his carotid and allowing some of his grace to leak out. He tilts his head to the side and Dean leans in, his tongue licking against Castiel’s skin, lapping up a few slivers of grace before the cut closes up. 

The hunter rests his head against Castiel’s chest and Castiel can feel Dean relax against him, the hunter’s cock pressed against Castiel’s hip. 

“Cas, please…” Dean begs, and Castiel wants to give the hunter everything he craves. 

Castiel presses his lips against Dean’s as he lifts him up and places him gently onto his bed. Castiel lines his body up with Dean’s as he continues kissing the hunter.

“Dean, tell me what you want?” Castiel whispers against his skin.

“You, angel, I want you inside me. I’m so turned on right now. I can’t even explain it.” 

Castiel wants to do this for Dean, but first he wants to worship his body. He wants to show the hunter just how much he is loved. Castiel presses light kisses against Dean’s neck as he moves down his body, sucking and biting at each nipple while the hunter moans beneath him. His mouth moves further south until he reaches the tip of Dean’s cock as it rests against the hunter’s stomach, purple and leaking from arousal. 

Castiel wraps his mouth around the hardened length and swallows it whole. Not having a gag reflex seems to heighten Dean’s pleasure, Castiel notices, when his back arches off the bed and his fingers grip Castiel’s hair.

“Cas, fuck, so good.” 

Castiel bobs his head up and down, using his tongue to lick along Dean’s shaft as he moves. His mouth glides along the hunter’s cock and he can feel Dean twitch as he goes. He can sense that the hunter is close to finding his release and it is confirmed a second later when Dean shouts his name and his cum fills Castiel’s mouth. Castiel sucks him through his release and swallows every drop, licking around the tip of Dean’s cockhead to make sure he got it all.

Dean pulls him closer and kisses him fiercely. 

“That was awesome, Cas, but I wanted you to fuck me.”

“I’m not done with you yet, Dean. I’ve only just begun. You’ll get your wish soon.”

Dean smiles and Castiel notices him glancing at the angel’s neck.

“Is there something you would like to ask me, Dean?”

“It’s just–my orgasm is heightened when I have your grace inside me. Could I–could I have some more?”

“You never have to ask, Dean. You are free to take from me whatever you want.”

Castiel watches as Dean grabs the pocket knife and he hisses a little when the knife cuts into his skin. His grace flows from the cut and Dean opens his mouth to let it drip onto his tongue. He laps the remnants of it from Castiel’s neck before lying his head back against the pillow. 

“Please, Castiel..”

Castiel can’t help it as his eyes glow silvery blue at the sound of his full name from the hunter’s lips and the sight of Dean lying beneath him full of arousal for him. He grabs the bottle of lube from Dean’s nightstand and squirts some on his fingers. Dean looks up at him with hooded eyes.

“Can’t you use your mojo, Cas? I want you inside me now,” Dean says as he wraps his hand around his own cock. Castiel can tell that his grace is affecting the hunter, causing him to be impatient, but he wants to take his time with Dean.

“I have waited for a long time to have you like this, Dean,” Castiel says as he leans forward and places a kiss against his lips. “I’m going to take my time with you and pleasure you in ways you’ve never experienced. Using my mojo would be cheating.”

Dean whimpers as Castiel places his finger against Dean’s rim and then slowly pushes it inside. The hunter moans as Castiel uses his fingers to open him, his hands gripping the sheets next to him.

“Cas, please, want you.”

Castiel sets a steady pace as he uses his fingers to open Dean up. Once he can slide four fingers in without much effort, he declares that Dean is ready to take his cock. He wipes his fingers on the sheet and coats his cock with a generous amount of lube. Dean’s soul is bursting with excitement as he waits for Castiel to enter him. Castiel pushes inside Dean’s tight heat and, once he is fully sheathed, he realizes he may have underestimated the amount of control he would be able to display.

“Dean, you feel so good,” Castiel whispers as he thrusts his hips forward at a slow pace. He enjoys the face his hunter makes as he pants and moans Castiel’s name the more he pistons his hips forward.

“Cas, harder,” Dean tells him as he wraps his bowed legs around Castiel’s back.

Castiel has never been able to deny this man anything, so he thrusts his hips forward at a bruising pace, rotating his hips some to try to catch his cock on the bundle of nerves that will have Dean fully at his mercy. He fucks Dean fast and hard and he thinks he can feel Dean dig his hands into the angel’s back hard enough to draw blood, but it’s no big deal. He’ll be able to heal himself before they are done.

Dean clenches around his cock as his cum spurts onto his stomach. He shouts Castiel’s name and then the angel is powerless to hold back anymore as he releases his spend inside Dean. He gives a few more thrusts forward as he works through his orgasm and then he collapses against his hunter.

“You’re kind of heavy,” Dean jokes as he pretends to not be able to breathe.

Castiel just smiles and pulls out so he can lie next to Dean. He places his hand over Dean’s stomach to use his grace to clean him. 

“See, you can use your mojo for sex-related activities,” Dean jokes.

Castiel leans closer and places a tender, chaste kiss against Dean’s lips. He pulls away and touches Dean’s cheek with his hand, smiling as the hunter leans into it, always craving affection.

“I love you,” Castiel says without thinking. He knows Dean might not say it back, but he wants him to know anyway.

“I love you too, Cas.”

Castiel lies back against the pillow and Dean rests his head against the angel’s chest and he stays there as his hunter sleeps, happy that they finally get to have this with each other.

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Dean knows what they are doing is wrong on so many levels, but he’s not inclined to care too much for how good it makes him feel. He tries to ignore the little voice in his head that reminds him that he gave Sammy shit back when he was drinking demon blood, but that was different. Sam’s habit caused an Apocalypse, Dean’s is just bringing him orgasmic bliss.

They haven’t told Sammy that they are together. Dean isn’t quite sure how to have that conversation with his brother. Hey, Sammy. Cas and I are having sex and I’ve been getting high on his angel grace. That’s right, I’m a grace addict and Cas is my dealer. That’s not the sort of conversation you want to have with your baby brother, especially since said baby brother will use logic and reason for why they should stop and Dean doesn’t want to hear it.

Sam came back from his hunt with Jody a few days ago, so Dean and Castiel have been sneaking around. They have primarily been spending time in either Dean or Castiel’s room, but they decide to get bold today and have a little fun in the Dean Cave. Sam doesn’t hang out there anyway, so unless there is an emergency and he’s trying to hunt them down, he won’t pop his head in there at all.

Dean added a couch in between the recliners when some of their friends pointed out that there was nowhere for anyone else but Dean and Castiel to sit, and Dean is thankful he did. Trying to have sex in a recliner is a difficult feat for two men–well, one man and one angel–of Dean and Castiel’s size, so the couch is much more useful in that regard.

Dean is sitting in his angel’s lap, grinding against him as they kiss and try to remove their clothing at the same time. Castiel must get flustered, because he decides to just snap his fingers and then they are magically just both naked. 

“That trick never gets old,” Dean tells him as he grabs the knife and places it against his angel’s neck, cutting just enough so that some droplets of grace appear. He places his tongue against Castiel’s neck and the angel’s breath hitches as Dean licks and sucks at his open wound, the effects of his grace almost instantaneous.

Cas works his mojo–he had given up on prepping Dean the human way after their first time having sex since that takes longer–and Dean sinks down onto the angel’s cock, lifting up and then dropping back down in a slow grind that is just teasing both of them, but it feels too good this way to stop. 

Castiel’s grace is moving its way through Dean’s bloodstream and he feels like he’s floating on a cloud. 

“Cas, you’re amazing,” Dean says as he rides his high. Castiel just growls at him as he grips Dean tighter, and that is all manner of hot.

Castiel pulls Dean closer for a kiss and he wraps his hand around Dean’s aching cock. 

“Dean..” is all the angel says. It never ceases to amaze Dean how much Castiel can say with just that one word, as if Dean’s name is the most important word in all of the languages of the world.

Dean sits up more to get a better angle and he places his hands behind him on Castiel’s knees to steady himself as he grinds his hips in a circular motion. A wave of electricity courses through his body when Castiel’s cock strikes his prostate. His body moves frantically as he tries to chase his release, Castiel’s fist pumping his cock faster, trying to match his movements.

“Cas, almost there, I’m gonna…” Before he even gets the word out, his cock spurts out thick pearls of cum that coat Castiel’s hand, dripping onto the space between them. He bounces faster as he rides out his release.

Castiel’s eyes glow silvery blue as he grips Dean’s waist to aid with his thrusting and the lights flicker some just as Dean feels his ass heat up with Castiel’s spend. Castiel works them both through their orgasms while Dean presses his lips against his angel’s as he begins to come down from his high. 

When Dean stops moving, he looks Castiel in the eyes and runs his fingers through his hair.

“That gets better every time we do it. We’re good at sex, you and I,” Dean tells him. 

“I agree. I’m glad I have my grace to assist us.”

Dean doesn’t know why that statement stings. He doesn’t want Castiel to think he’s just using him, although if he had to look at it from Castiel’s point of view, he can kind of see why the angel would think that.

“Cas, I’m not with you just because of your grace. It’s a heck of an orgasm booster, I’m not going to lie, but I would still be with you if you were human and didn’t have any powers.”

Castiel’s face lights up at that and Dean’s heart beats faster knowing how much his words make Castiel happy. 

“Thank you, Dean.”

With a snap of his fingers, they are clean and dressed once again, and they make sure everything in the room is back in order before they head out to the library to see what Sam is up to. 

They find him clicking away on the computer with the constipated look on his face he usually has when he’s trying to figure something out. He looks up and smiles when he notices them walking in. 

“Hey, guys, I was just getting ready to see if you were available. I think I found something.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Dean asks.

Sam turns the computer so they both can see the news article.

“A woman was found dead in her house a couple days ago. The report says the doors were all locked from the inside.”

“So, are we thinking of a vengeful spirit?” Dean asks.

“Doesn’t hurt to check it out. We’ll need to pack though. It’s in Austin, Texas, so that’s more than a day trip.”

They pack a duffel bag each and make the long drive out to Texas. Dean stops in front of the hotel and asks for two rooms when he goes to the front desk by himself. He tells Sam that they didn’t have any rooms with two beds, so that he and Castiel can have a room to themselves without it raising any alarms in Sam’s brain. Thankfully, Sam buys the story, not really having a reason to distrust Dean, and they agree to meet up in the morning to go over the case.

As soon as Dean and Castiel shut the door to their room, Castiel is all over Dean. He pins him to the wall and begins divesting him of his clothing. Dean returns the favor. Castiel walks them over to the bed and Dean gets on his hands and knees, gripping tight to the headboard as Castiel lines himself up behind Dean. He must have cut himself when Dean wasn’t paying attention, because right as Castiel slides home, he reaches his arm around to Dean’s mouth and Dean notices the grace spilling out. Dean presses the angel’s arm against his mouth as he sucks the grace from the open wound before it heals.

Castiel thrusts his hips forward at a steady pace as Dean holds on to the headboard, the angel’s grace making his brain fuzzy and his body tingle all over.

“Cas, yes, right there,” Dean says as Castiel strikes him at just the right spot. Dean wraps his hand around his own dick, but Castiel bats his hand away.

“That’s mine,” the angel growls in his ear. 

That’s fine with Dean because the further he falls into euphoria, the less he’s able to hold himself up. He rests his head against the headboard to prevent himself from falling against the bed as he moans with every thrust.

The lights flicker in the room, which signals that Castiel is close, and sure enough the angel gives a few more thrusts and then he stills as he rests his body against Dean’s, his cock pulsing inside Dean as Dean spills his own release onto the bed.

When they are done, Castiel pulls out and cleans them up with a pulse of his grace. Dean gets under the covers and asks Castiel to lie with him until he falls asleep. 

“I love you so much, Cas. Don’t ever leave,” Dean says as he cuddles against the angel.

“I won’t ever leave you, Dean,” he says just as Dean feels sleep take hold.

He wakes up the next morning to the smell of coffee and Sam and Castiel whispering at the table in the corner of the room. 

“Did you two even sleep?” Dean asks.

“I don’t sleep, Dean,” Castiel answers matter-of-factly.

“I just woke up a few minutes ago and Cas let me in,” Sam adds.

Dean rubs the sleep from his eyes as he gets out of bed, noticing Castiel must have mojoed his boxers onto him because he distinctly remembers falling asleep naked. He joins his brother and angel over by the table.

“What do we got?” he asks.

“Well, from what I’ve gathered, the house the woman was found murdered in has a history of mysterious deaths over the years. The original owner from 30 years ago was found murdered, and even though the killer was eventually caught, his spirit didn’t move on like it should have. He’s buried at the local cemetery, so if you two want to burn his bones, I can check around the house to make sure his spirit actually leaves.”

“Sounds good to me,” Dean says as he heads into the bathroom to take a leak and brush his teeth–after washing his hands, of course.

They don’t want to dig up a grave in daylight as that would definitely be suspicious, so they check out some of the local attractions until it gets dark. Sam drops Dean and Castiel off at the cemetery, so that way he has the car and isn’t stranded at a strange murder house waiting for Dean and Castiel to pick him up when they are done burning the bones. 

“This looks like the right one,” Dean says as they reach the tombstone that reads Mark Green. Dean double checks the date of birth and death just to be sure.

“Okay, Cas, do your thing,” Dean says.

“I thought you said you didn’t love me just for my powers,” Castiel teases.

“I don’t, but if you got ‘em, you might as well use them if it means I don’t have to break my back digging up a grave.”

Castiel just rolls his eyes, but his eyes glow silvery blue and he holds his hands over the grave. Dean watches as the grave becomes unearthed until a coffin is revealed below. Dean hops down and opens the coffin. He jumps back out of the grave so that he can squirt the bones with lighter fluid and sprinkles them with salt before throwing a lit match in. Once the fire goes out, Castiel uses his grace to place the dirt back onto the grave, and it looks as if it had never been disturbed. 

They gather all their supplies and place them in the bag which Castiel ends up carrying, even though Dean argues that he’s perfectly capable. He is proven wrong about being capable of anything when not even a minute later he trips over an uprooted tree root and slams his head into the tree. 

“Son of a bitch,” he curses as he holds his hand against his head and discovers that he’s bleeding.

“Dean, are you alright?” Castiel says. Dean looks at him, but he’s just not sure which one he should be speaking to right now since there are two of them. 

“Shit, Cas, I think I concussed myself.”

“Here, let me help,” Castiel says as he places his palm against Dean’s cheek and he relaxes against the tree as the healing begins. He can feel Castiel’s grace dripping from his pores. He grabs hold of Castiel’s finger and sucks the grace off that is left lingering on the surface. 

“Dean,” Cas says, his eyes darker than they were a few seconds ago. Dean can feel himself growing harder in his jeans as Castiel’s grace flows through him. His pulse quickens and his breaths become more labored. 

“Cas, need you..” Dean says as he licks the angel’s palm and begins to unbutton and unzip his jeans, hoping that Castiel gets the message. 

Castiel most certainly gets the message as he presses his lips to Dean’s and reaches into Dean’s boxers to wrap his hand around the hunter’s cock.

“I love when you fall apart for me, Dean,” Castiel tells him as he pumps his cock in his fist, gathering some of the precum that is leaking from his tip. “I want to hear you,” Cas whispers in Dean’s ear.

The sensation is so intense, a tear streaks down Dean’s face as he rests his forehead against Castiel’s. 

“Cas, yes, it feels so good, don’t stop,” Dean whispers around a choked-off sob. The pleasure is increasing and he feels as if he’s going to burst at the seams.

Castiel whispers sweet nothings to him while he continues to glide his hand along Dean’s achy cock. Dean’s knees grow weak when Castiel pumps faster and he grips tight to his angel to steady himself.

“Cas, fuck, I’m gonna..” Words escape Dean after that when his cock begins throbbing and leaking cum onto the angel’s hand as Castiel strokes him through his orgasm, milking him for every last drop. Castiel presses his lips against Dean’s while Dean’s cock begins to soften in his hand. Dean is sure that they would be a sight to behold if anyone were to walk up on them, Dean in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, and Castiel with his hands down his boyfriend’s pants. 

“We should probably get back,” Castiel says as he begins to button and zip Dean’s jeans back up. Dean just nods his head in agreement, still not able to form a complete sentence just yet. Just as Dean is put back together and, with his brain coming back online, starting to realize that he hasn’t taken care of Castiel like Castiel took care of him, they hear the Impala driving up. 

When Sam pulls up next to them, he gets out of the car and walks towards the passenger side door as he talks. “It looks like everything was taken care of. The EMF didn’t show any signs of a ghost. Everything cleaned up?” 

“Yep, we’re all set,” Dean says around a smile.

Dean is still in a haze that night and the next day as they drive back to the bunker. It’s nearly night time when they get back and Dean retires to his room, too tired to socialize. 

He finds Castiel and Sam in the kitchen when he wakes up in the morning and it looks like Sam is making a list.

“Morning,” Dean says as he announces his arrival.

“Good Morning, Dean,” Castiel says.

“I’m just gathering a list of things we might need, so I can go to the store. Is there anything you want?” Sam asks him. 

“As long as we have enough pie and beer, I’m good to go,” Dean tells him and his brother just rolls his eyes. 

“Okay, I’ll be back in a couple hours. You two behave.”

“Always,” Dean says as Sam makes his exit. As soon as the door to the bunker closes, Castiel wraps his arms around Dean and gives him a chaste kiss.

“What shall we do with our time?” Castiel asks.

“I can think of something. I could use a shower. I know you are self-cleaning, but you can join me if you like,” Dean tells him.

“I would love to.”

When they stumble their way down the hall and finally make their way into one of the many shower rooms that are in the bunker, Dean turns the water on to just the right temperature and removes his clothing before stepping under the spray. Castiel licks his lips as he stares in Dean’s direction and Dean loves teasing his angel. 

“See something you like?” Dean asks as the water cascades over his face and he lazily strokes his dick, putting on a show for the angel.

Castiel strips off his clothing and is on Dean in a second, pressing him against the wall, his hands pinned above him. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Dean.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Dean teases.

Castiel releases one of Dean’s hands and reaches over to the shower caddy and grabs the knife sitting in there. Dean still doesn’t know why they have a knife in their shower caddy considering nobody but them can enter the bunker, but he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Castiel slices into his own skin and Dean watches as the grace glides down his neck and over his collarbone, making its way down his chest. Dean juts his tongue out and presses it against Castiel’s chest, licking up the grace as he sucks and bites at his nipple. He presses his erection against Castiel’s thigh as he licks a stripe up to Castiel’s neck to gather any remnants of grace that might still be left behind. 

The haze takes over as Dean rests his head back against the shower wall, the feel of his angel’s hands and lips on his chest taking him to another plane of existence. 

“Want you inside me, angel,” Dean tells him as he pulls him closer, jutting his tongue out to lick Castiel’s mouth, requesting entrance. Castiel accepts as he plays a game of tag with his own tongue inside Dean’s mouth. The kiss ends too soon for Dean’s liking when Castiel backs away and turns Dean around so his chest is pressed against the shower wall.

Dean feels a burst of pleasure shoot through him as Castiel preps him with his grace. Dean moans when the angel breaches his entrance, thrusting lazily into Dean, kissing along his neck as if Dean is something to be worshipped.

“Harder, Cas, please,” Dean pleads, his eyes beginning to water from the overstimulation. He feels like he might float away. 

Castiel thrusts his hips forward faster and harder than before and Dean places his arms against the shower wall and rests his head on them as he lets his angel take him even higher. Dean’s legs nearly give out on him when his orgasm makes its way to the surface, his cum painting the wall in front of him. Castiel grunts as his body stops moving and his cock releases his own spend inside Dean.

The water starts to cool, so Castiel adjusts the temperature as he slides out of Dean. Dean turns to face him and, as he washes himself off, he can’t believe how lucky he is. He’s never letting Castiel go.

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Epilogue

Castiel has been enjoying his time with Dean and how beautiful the hunter looks when he’s in the throes of passion, but Castiel has been using more grace than he has been able to replenish, so he is trying to preserve it as much as possible. He sleeps when Dean sleeps and he doesn’t use his grace for anything other than healing and orgasms. 

Dean must notice that Castiel is behaving differently because he approaches the angel one day when he is sitting at the map table with a look of concern on his face. 

“Cas, can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” Castiel says, taking a page out of Dean’s book.

Dean just stares at him as if he’s not quite sure how to respond.

“Haha, very funny, but I was trying to be serious. I noticed that you’ve been sleeping lately and you don’t use your mojo as often as you used to. Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling fine, Dean. I just have to preserve my grace and not use it unless absolutely necessary. Since I am cut off from Heaven, it doesn’t replenish as fast and once I use it all, it will be gone.” 

“Wait, your grace isn’t a never-ending supply?” 

“No, Dean. My grace can eventually be depleted if I use too much of it before it has a chance to replenish.”

“Dammit, Cas, why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been using you as my personal orgasm machine and you’ve been slowly becoming more human because of it,” Dean says angrily, louder than he probably should have. Castiel didn’t have a chance to warn Dean that his brother had walked into the room right before he all but announced that they were having sex.

“What?!” Sam says and Dean turns around to look at him, the hunter at a loss for words for probably the first time ever. 

“Shit,” Dean says.

“Are you and Cas finally together?” Sam asks and Castiel raises his eyebrow at that question.

“What do you mean, ‘are we finally together’?” Dean asks.

“I’m not stupid, Dean. I have eyes. I can see the way you two look at each other and you fight like a couple all the time.”

“Do not,” Dean says, focusing on the wrong part of Sam’s statement. Castiel feels as though he needs to step in to salvage this conversation somehow. He moves closer to Dean and pulls his hand into his own.

“Yes, Sam, to answer your question, we are together. I hope that you approve.”

“Of course I approve, man. You’re like a brother to me. I’m just happy Dean found someone to be with that can call him out on his shit.”

Dean grumbles at that, but they both thank Sam for his approval before heading off to Dean’s room. When they are inside, Dean gently presses Castiel against the door and gives him his serious look.

“So, what are we going to do about your grace?” Dean asks, concerned.

“There’s nothing to do, Dean. I have been able to manage it just fine.”

Dean steps away and takes a seat on his bed, staring down at the floor. Castiel takes a seat next to him and Dean looks up at him with glistening eyes.

“Cas, I can’t be the reason you lose your grace. Maybe we should stop and just have sex the regular way.”

Castiel places his hand against Dean’s cheek. “Dean, we don’t have to stop. We can just not use my grace during sex every time, but still use it sometimes, if that will make you feel better.”

“Yeah, I think we can do that.”

Dean leans in to kiss Castiel and then he pushes him back so they are both lying on the bed with Dean on top. Dean sits back and takes his shirt off.

“Of course, I’ve never been able to quit something cold turkey, so we can talk about cutting back tomorrow.” 

They remove their clothing and Dean straddles Castiel’s lap. He cuts a knick into the angel’s neck and places his tongue against the grace dripping from the cut. Castiel’s skin pimples at the eroticism of the whole thing. If what Dean feels having Castiel’s grace inside him is even a fraction of what Castiel feels when Dean is licking the grace from his skin, he can see why the hunter is so addicted. 

Castiel’s dick is hard as a rock as Dean continues to suck and lick his neck, attempting to gather every last drop. Dean’s face comes back into view and he looks stunning with his freckles and green eyes darkened with arousal.

Dean reaches behind himself to line Castiel’s cock up with his hole and, with the aid of Castiel’s grace, he sinks down until he’s fully seated. Dean rests his palms against Castiel’s chest and throws his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth open, forming an O to show just how aroused he is. The entire view is enough to make Castiel almost cum right then and there. Castiel is able to contain himself, though, as Dean bounces on his dick, keeping a steady rhythm. 

Dean opens his eyes and glances down at Castiel, who has placed his hands onto Dean’s hips as he starts to add a slight rotation to his bounce. Castiel thrusts into him to match him and soon they are both lost to the pleasure of their lovemaking.

It isn’t much longer before Dean is spilling his cum onto Castiel’s stomach and Castiel is returning the favor inside Dean’s ass. Once their breathing is back under control and Dean has used a washcloth to clean them both to help preserve Castiel’s grace, Dean tucks himself under Castiel’s arm while they lie on the bed. 

“I love you, Cas,” Dean says as he traces little designs into Castiel’s chest with his finger.

“I love you, too, Dean,” Castiel says.

He ends up staying with Dean and falling asleep, even though he doesn’t need to, but he takes comfort in being in his hunter’s bed and knows that the sleep will aid in replenishing his grace. They can worry about everything else tomorrow. Right now he has found his happy place and that is in the arms of the man he loves.